Sunday, April 17, 2016

Typewriters


Typewriter, photo by nicoleleec, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Write a poem about typewriters, for Mark.

Typewriters: for Mark and Joshua

Too many words
you leave
patiently inked
eloquently constructed
written in love
resourcefully
inscribed
in type.
Every machine has a story,
As real as the words you create.
Soulful. 


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


Saturday, April 16, 2016

Covenant Love


Promise, photo by Ken Sutton, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Covenant love: spire, reflection, wave, red, beard, moss

Covenant Love: for Barry

Covenant love,
as old as the beard of father time,
binding as moss to the oak tree,
sealed in red blood,
shed for you and for me,
lifted up in spire,
a wave of grace, promise, and love,
which will never tire,
in the reflection up above.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Friday, April 15, 2016

Silence


Silence, photo by Sean MacEnteefrom Flickr, Creative Common

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Poem on vibrant and personal worship

Silence: The Words of Worship: for Jim

When my words fail,
I sit in silence
as you sing over me.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


“The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing." –Zephaniah 3:17, NIV

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Confidante


Painted Dance, photo by Shannon Kringenfrom Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Confidante: twinkle eyes bare feet broom

Confidante: for Kimberly

We danced
in bare feet,
sweeping
as a broom
at twilight.
The twinkle
of our love filled eyes
lit up the room.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Hugs


Hug, photo by Marco, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Hugs

Words: trust, comfort, pain

Hugs: for Jesse

An embrace,
hugs, to hold,
to linger and remain,
to build the trust,
to comfort the pain.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Joy


Creek waking, photo by SteveD91, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Joy, river, living, treasure, time, sweet, wisdom.

Joy: for Paige

The River flowed Life,
a living treasure,
gushing through time,
whispering sweet wisdom,
flooding joy—sublime.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Monday, April 11, 2016

Glimpses


Glimpse, photo by Paul Englefield, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Glimpses

Words: waiting, opportunity, choices

Glimpses: for Martha

We catch glimpses
of our heart’s desires,
when our souls take breath,
belabored and tired,
in aches of sorrow,
while waiting on tomorrow,
as opportunity gives way
in the choices displayed.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Eavesdropping on the Divine


Resilience, photo by Chris Campbellfrom Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Resilience. An overheard conversation. Soil.

Eavesdropping on the Divine: for Ed

We listened,
though we never meant to pry.
We wanted answers.
We needed to know why.

We heard, “The same soil that sprouted
the grass that withers,
and the flower that fades,
nurtures the Word—resilience.”


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Saturday, April 9, 2016

To the Ages


Through the years, photo by Dan Cook Archived, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Strength. Stress in older years.

To the Ages: for Vicki

The years and the stress
come with strength and resolve
bringing in wisdom untold
and joy as the story unfolds.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Friday, April 8, 2016

Determination


Take Courage, photo by S Khan, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Determination

Determination: for Darlene

Determined,
she faces the night,
with grit and grace,
to face the fright.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Hope


Hope, photo by Gedalya, AKA David Gott, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

A wing, a prayer, and hope.

Hope: for Linda

Hope sprouts wings,
she flies and she sings,
a prayer for tomorrow
the removal of all sorrow.

“Hope springs eternal,”
so the saying goes.
It’s because hope knows.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Oceans


Ocean, photo by Victor, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Concept: oceans

I love the ocean. It is never ending, reminding me of God’s love for us.

Oceans: for Fay Love

The vastness of the oceans
spread wide as arms
open in longing for embrace.
The peaceful shoreline welcoming,
the silent breeze whispering His love,
the depths swallow—all forgiving.
As far as the east is from the west,
as wide as the current’s tide,
as deep as the oceans,
God’s love and forgiveness abides.


© April 3, 2016, Robbie Pruitt


“Once again you will have compassion on us. You will trample our sins under your feet and throw them into the depths of the ocean!” –Micah 7:19, NLT

“As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.” –Psalm 103:12, NIV

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Agape Love


Agape, photo by Marcelino Rapayla Jr., from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Concept: Agape Love

Agape Love: for Crysty

The true friend, the sister, the brother,
looks beyond the self and to the other.
The Christian’s love doth commune!
It spills out into service and makes room—
space and time, for people, the body, His bride—
God’s church—under His cross—under His steeple.
Agape love is broken as bread and intertwines.
It pours out in communion wine—in joy—as we dine.
Agape love is a feast of fellowship divine.
His life and love poured out for yours and for mine.


© April 2, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Monday, April 4, 2016

Seeing the Flowers


Poppies on the Golan Heights, photo by Ian Scott, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Seeing the Flowers

Concept: something about seeing the flowers instead of the mountains

Seeing the Flowers: for Elaine

The splendor of the rolling hills
and peaks captivated him for hours.
Their majesty and splendor towered.

She reflected. Through the windowpane,
flowers emerged, as the landscape waned
from brown, to green, to color stained.

The blooms blew gently in the spring breeze.
Their colors rolled in shades of red and purple hue.
“Look!” she exclaimed. He replied, “This mountain view!”

He saw the mountains, while she saw the flowers.
There is something about seeing
the flowers instead of the mountains.


© April 2, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Healing Words


The Whisper, Photo by Brian Smithson, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry. 

Healing words

Healing Words: for Marcy


Healing words
They breathe life
Like balm and salve
They soothe
Nurturing the soul
Encouraging
They extol
Nurturing
They make us whole


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Saturday, April 2, 2016

God's Beautiful Gift To Us


Nativity Icon, Photo by Ted, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry. 

God's beautiful gift to us

God's Beautiful Gift To Us: for Fred

God's beautiful gift to us
Was wrapped small and tight
In swaddling clothes
In the star lit night

Heaven and earth collided
In manger and in stall
To reveal the love of God
For one and for all

God's beautiful gift to us
In a package humble and small
Ushers in God’s Kingdom
Giving life and restoration to the fall


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Friday, April 1, 2016

Harvest


Soybeans Ready for Harvest, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Harvest
Words: autumn, sunrise, Jesus

Harvest: for Elizabeth

Autumn waits
For the sunrise
To usher in the spring
For planting and sewing
And then the harvest
The fruits Jesus would bring


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Monday, February 1, 2016

Fire

Photo courtesy of the artist. Copyright © 2012, [Jarid Lyfe Brown]. 
All rights reserved.  http://lyfestudio.com/projections/

Fire

Tongues set down like fire
on burning hearts
and burning desire.
Passion arises from within,
as the Spirit moves
and blows in the wind,
rushing over and in
and pouring out from within.
Fire! Let revival begin!


© January 19, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Sunday, January 3, 2016

In the Stillness of the Gaze

Photo of Haitian man, and inspiration, 
courtesy of the artist, Steven Baboun.

In the Stillness of the Gaze

So much emotion,
held in the stillness,
in the stare—in the gaze.
                                                                               
Beneath the armor of intimidation,
The Light breaches through the gaze,
through the stillness, through the resolution,
through the old age—through the haze.

The hope we hold, that when we are older,
our eyes speak our stories, and our stare reflects
the struggles, the successes, the scars,
the blood, the sweat, and the tears that are ours.


© December 28, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Saturday, December 5, 2015

My Name is Ash

Cry The Blood, by Jack Baumgartner, 
photo from The School of the Transfer of Energy

i am erth poetry
Based on Cry the Blood, i am erth, by Jack Baum

For a soundtrack to this poem, listen to the last track here.

My Name is Ash

From ashes to ashes
From dust to dust
When the mountain falls
We are crushed
Pummeled to dust and grave
Weary under the weathered
Parched and hostile land
We waited on the rain
The drop from heaven
That would spring The Garden
To new life from desolation
Broken over the rock of ground
And the sweat of the brow
My name called, as it knew how


© August 22, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


My friend Jack Baumgartner recently released his album “Cry The Blood”, from i am earth, Jack Baumgartner. This is a heartfelt and sacrificial work of pilgrimage. The blood sweat and tears in this music cries out in beautiful heart felt harmony. This work is organic in sound and is simply beautiful. I am moved. This is music for the soul. If you are going to buy an album this year, well, this one has breath and life in it. It cries the blood.

Visit Jack Baumgartner at The School of the Transfer of Energy here:


You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from i-tunes here.

You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from Amazon here.

Visit the webpage for “Cry The Blood” here:

Monday, November 16, 2015

Lift Erth Rise

Cry The Blood, by Jack Baumgartner, 
photo from The School of the Transfer of Energy

i am erth poetry
Based on Cry the Blood, i am erth, by Jack Baum

For a soundtrack to this poem, listen to the last track here.

Lift Erth Rise

All rises on the rhythm of time
Eternity and hope rises
Lifts from the expanse
Manifests from the divine dance
And rises from nothingness
From matter strewn swirl
And darkened and watery deep
There, the Ghost hovered
Until all did rise—lift erth—rise


© August 22, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


My friend Jack Baumgartner recently released his album “Cry The Blood”, from i am earth, Jack Baumgartner. This is a heartfelt and sacrificial work of pilgrimage. The blood sweat and tears in this music cries out in beautiful heart felt harmony. This work is organic in sound and is simply beautiful. I am moved. This is music for the soul. If you are going to buy an album this year, well, this one has breath and life in it. It cries the blood.

Visit Jack Baumgartner at The School of the Transfer of Energy here:


You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from i-tunes here.

You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from Amazon here.

Visit the webpage for “Cry The Blood” here:

Friday, October 23, 2015

Through the Windy

Cry The Blood, by Jack Baumgartner, 
photo from The School of the Transfer of Energy

i am erth poetry
Based on Cry the Blood, i am erth, by Jack Baum

For a soundtrack to this poem, listen to the last track here.

Through the Windy

In the gusts blowing torrent
I heard your whispers
And knew what they meant
The Wind blows where it wills
In the silence it stills
It gives shivers and chills
Gusts over the waters—A torrent
And all of creation knew what it meant


© August 22, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


My friend Jack Baumgartner recently released his album “Cry The Blood”, from i am earth, Jack Baumgartner. This is a heartfelt and sacrificial work of pilgrimage. The blood sweat and tears in this music cries out in beautiful heart felt harmony. This work is organic in sound and is simply beautiful. I am moved. This is music for the soul. If you are going to buy an album this year, well, this one has breath and life in it. It cries the blood.

Visit Jack Baumgartner at The School of the Transfer of Energy here:


You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from i-tunes here.

You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from Amazon here.

Visit the webpage for “Cry The Blood” here: